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Today is a day that I’m not feeling particularly inspired by anything. To the picture files we go!

I found this picture, taken from one of those old razor phones, about four years ago. It is the epitome of my husband and I. You can almost sum up how much fun we have together by this picture, but I promise we’re not too weird. We just like to have fun. I think my Mom was the original recipient of this picture. This pretty much seals the deal regarding whether or not our family knew we were meant to be.

My husband and I met in San Diego, before we reached the drinking age. This meant that we were in that stage between high school and the San Diego bar (meat market) scene. It also meant our dates had to be creative because we are both old souls who were far older than the candles on our birthday cakes. He began taking me to “fun” places right off the bat. We went to theme parks and ran around like kids. It was good for us, particularly me, because I knew how to have fun but I can easily find myself becoming too serious and stiff if I’m not forced into playing.

I’d say within the first month, we started picking up silly hats wherever we went and posing in pictures with them. The last time I checked, we had three Rubbermaid tubs full of hats and random costume gear. Needless to say, we’ve since taken most holidays and definitely Halloween a lot more seriously since we met each other. As a matter of fact, we’re currently in preparation of our favorite Leprechaun making his appearance next week. Our friends tease us, but they agree they wouldn’t want us any other way. I like that we are not so straight laced when we want to be, that we can loosen up and not take things so seriously.

We came across these particular disguises in preparation to our move to the East Coast, my original home. You can tell by the fuzziness and randomness captured, that we never intended to actually publish this picture anywhere, but I can’t help but smile when I see it. He’s wearing a couple key pieces to his famous Leprechaun costume, and I’m wearing a child’s pilot cap we bought in an airport. The rest is just unfortunate, before my nose job and before I began waxing. I love that hat.

Note for Philadelphians: If you run into us on St. Paddy’s Day, and you’ll know who we are, do say hello. If you are a slutty drunk girl who is pretending to be Irish, restrain yourself from asking to take kinky pictures with my husband. You’d think I wouldn’t need to say that.

I missed posting yesterday, but for good reason. I was lucky enough to join my Aunt to New York to see a Broadway show. She had won tickets to Mamma Mia. I am a huge fan of New York City, but of Abba? Not so much. I do love many forms of art and stage, so I did not turn down the opportunity and in the end, I was really pleasantly surprised.

My musical taste skips the Abba and spandex generation altogether, but since I’m not technically a musician, I feel I have no place to judge the taste of others. These people wrote the music that millions know and love today. You should have seen the crowd at the end. People of all ages compelled to jump out of their seats and frantically wave their hands and sing along. I could’ve gone that far if I had a couple drinks from the bar first, but I did clap in attempt to maintain rhythm.

Speaking of which, it’s been some time since I’d been to a Broadway show and I was unaware that there were rolling bar carts next to the candy guy and the program sellers. Maybe it’s one of the details you don’t notice at a younger age. I suppose it’s a very good thing that I wasn’t scouting out the pinot grigio before Beauty and the Beast during my school field trip to the theater. Regardless, I had anticipated a dated show and instead the updated one-liners and costumes gave the show a more current ambiance.

New York was chilly, and the fresh chill and flurries were a good reminder that even though the Northeast has had a spring-like winter, spring is not yet upon us. There’s still plenty of time to pull out the gloves and my nemesis, the ice scraper. Still the train ride up was easy and the company enjoyable. This paragraph is making me feel like I’m writing a J. Peterman catalog narrative from Seinfeld. Wool peacock blue coat, large retro matching buttons, dark jeans and boots that both emulate New York style and provide walking comfort. I hope someone gets why I just wrote that.